LadyCalamity49

To write you this poem I devoured the universe with greed And vomited the stars onto this page To write in this ink Of beautiful things Regurgitated.

I once believed in infinity. I once perceived the world, the universe even, as continuous, something so easily described by the simple word "forever". Nothing, as an entity, as a concept, as a whole, was erroneous, baffling. This was for a long time fact; a fact shattered by the void. Now I stand, still, very still, on a rough and desolate shore, before this thing that is ultimately nothing at all. Nothing. I have found, before any known other in the vast history of man, the end of the world. The last ocean. Although I cannot tell where the world begins, for the end of everything must have a prelude, I now stand gazing out at the dark grey w

When I close my eyes And lay my head to rest I can still see the world around me But it’s rotten. And it decays so fast And it moves so frantically And sometimes I feel sick As I watch the white worms wriggle Out of the earth’s putrid womb. But they look so pure When they paint the impurities white And sometimes it’s hard to believe That they gorge on our foremost mother. When I begin to drown In the dark murk of our impiety And I begin to swallow Dignity’s moldy mephitis I mind to open my eyes.

Midnight feathers and coal black hearts The infant so sweet and pure departs They awaited the strange birth And they stole her from the earth The bitter death was sorely mourned, Though calamity is not adjourned, Those who grieve do not be riled, Disciples of pain be beguiled, For she has become the Crow Child.

We are God’s children debilitated. God is kind. God is love. Witness how our Father chooses his children in a discriminatory manner. We are the rejects of all that is holy. We are the travesties of immortal and unconditional compassion, shunned by the light of heaven. We rot in the dark corners of the earth and pray for the answers that were neglected to us. God does not partake in our well being. He looks upon our weary faces with disdain. And if the devil refuses us, where then shall we go? If evil is not our destiny and the path of glory and righteousness is clouded with celestial scorn, alas, where then will we find blissful sanct

Her hair was a gold that even the richest man could not posses. Her eyes were a rare blue beautiful enough to match the ocean's immortal enchantment.  Her lips were full and red with life and lust. They contrasted wonderfully with skin as pale and pure as ivory. Her perfect bosom along with her slender long legs brought all men to lecherousness and hunger. It evoked women's wicked fury and, above all, envy. The earth had been bestowed with such a raw beauty that even the angels in heaven had to divert their eyes with shame.   She drove all men, young and old, bold and frail, mad with her treacherous games. Loving and want

Everyday fighting the battle in my head, Every time falling to the wrath of my foe, I succumb to the wicked in my heart, I yield to the spite on your lips. My own face now bears the mask of your fears, The essence of your tears, The judgment of your peers My fevered imagination takes flesh, Holds my hand and inches near, Whispers in my ear lie, Confines me to an immoral task. Rip away the mask and weep, Morals slowly return from sleep, Demon retreats and leaves a child, Your worst nightmare was always weak.

First step into eternal happiness. Second step toward everlasting sleep. Moonlight caresses my face and shields my soul from the sun. The burning, remorseless sun. Third step closer to my silent destiny. I see the loving moon bathing in sweet sanctuary, beckoning me to join her. My dress trails behind me as I slowly stride further and deeper. My pale skin feels smooth and silky in the water. The dirt and pebbles feel soft under my bare feet. The clear water embraces me up to my neck. I can feel its slow and yet comforting touch circling and swirling around my fragile body. The trees and tall, wild grasses watch me with a curious eye as they l

Kiera's head flooded with the clinking and clattering of chains as he walked down the narrow corridor.  With every forced step the iron bonds around his ankles rustled and dragged behind him. His wrists stung and bled as the guard pulled and yanked his chains nervelessly. With a final tug the guard halted, ceasing all racket created by the odd couple. Kiera slowly lifted his heavy head to glance at his final destination. To his right was an empty cell, separated from others by thick iron bars. He was at the very end of the corridor which voluntarily signified total seclusion. Punishment for the worst of people. The level headed gu